Author Unknown
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near...
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All of my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and "Welcome Home."

Welcome to my memorial page for my brother who passed away due to complications of AIDS. Though there are new drugs for those who are HIV positive,none worked for him. He also was unfortunate enough to have tested negative on three seperate tests for the HIV virus. He was not diagnosed until he had full blown AIDS.
Our father left when I was barely 6 months old but his name was Alan so my brother was always called Scott by close family. Scott had never led an easy life. He was smart and talented(an artist when he chose to apply himself) though he could never seem to find his way. He always seemed to find his way into trouble.
As children we were close,me the tag-along little sister. I was probably very annoying but he let me follow most of the time. We had our own games,playing super heroes that we named ourselves. Scott loved comic books,I remember when we were young we used to plan our own comic. I would write the story,help create the characters, and he would do all the art work. As I think back on it,maybe it was Scott that got me started in writing. My first story being "The evil eye" --funny how I remember the name but not the story....
I could also blame my quirky sense of humor on him. Scott introduced me to Saturday Night Live and the Monty Python show.....strange how they remind me of him.
Time passed,Scott and I grew up and grew apart--I miss the brother I knew and the one I never got to know.
Scott went into the Navy briefly,maybe two years,and was stationed in San Diego,Ca. when he left(a mutual decision between my brother and the Navy from what we understand..) That was where he became ill,when AIDS got ahold of him. How-he never knew-my brother had quite an intresting life and does it really matter right now? It is such a slow death,...I pray in the end he found peace.
You never really get over losing someone who was close to you,its something you can't understand unless it happens to you. Others sympathize but they do not understand. The pain numbs after time but it is still there,waiting for odd little moments to remind you.
Odd things can bring the sadness back,the memories and the regrets....little seemingly unrelated things-songs,things you hear or see,....anything really.

GOD'S GARDEN
Author Unknown
God looked around His garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put His arm around you
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering.
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your eyelids,
And whispered, "Peace be thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you Home.